I’ve certainly not been shy about expressing my love of cycling or bikes. In particular, cycling in Provence. This place, even after all these years still amazes me with its endless routes, blue skies and stunning views. Every time you think you know the area, you find something new, something delightful.
And this year a few friends have picked up new bikes and/or cycling in general. So now there is an even bigger group of riding enthusiasts for us to hang out with. It has made this year here so incredibly busy, but also extra special. Though I still spend much of my time cycling alone, which is wonderful in a different way, cycling builds bonds and sharing these experiences with friends makes the whole thing just so much more complete. Plus, it’s way more fun having beers and pizza with a group than by yourself.
For those who don’t cycle, I don’t know what more you’d need to be convinced to pick up the sport. When on a bike, you smell things, you hear everything, and your pace is slow enough you can take in the sights much more completely. Whooshing by in a car gives you none of that. In this part of France, the drivers are very good to cyclists, it’s safe and pleasant. Add the summery weather, the charming villages and cafés, and you have a recipe for, well, perfection. And if you want a challenge, there is no shortage of tough terrain. There is even mountain biking for those not interested in the roads.
Without question cycling is another thing that has connected me to this place, and my friends here. It’s impossible to express the joy it gives me, and the relationship to the land it provides. As each sunny, warm day passes when I get to see this place for the unique perspective of my bike, I find myself grateful beyond words.